"Meg."

"Yeah, Chris?"

"Do you believe in past lives?" Christine asked.

"Not really."

"Not really? It was a yes or no answer."

"Well, I find it weird that I could be like, Gandhi, in my past life or something." Meg answered, turning to face Christine, "Why do you ask?"

"Well, I just had the most vivid dream and I think it was of my past life."

"Dream? When? Any cute guys?" Meg asked, alert.

"When the sandbag hit my head last week."

"Chris, you were out for like two minutes," Meg answered in disbelief.

Christine sat up from the couch she called home in Meg's apartment.

"But I dreamt that I was Siebel in Faust and there was some diva named Carlotta and I was having voice lessons from a voice behind my mirror. The voice who is really a guy and lives under, that is right, under the opera house! Oh, I also sang The Jewel Song, because some guy was found dead in Carlotta's closet and she threw this gigantic hissy fit."

"Chris," Meg tried to interrupt.

"Did I mention I was in London? I was. I also visited my dad's grave, whose name is Phillip, which is absurd because my dad's name is Sean!"

"Chris!" Meg shouted.

"What?"

"This is just some dream, some odd hallucination! A bastardization of Phantom of the Opera! You couldn't possibly have remembered that in two minutes."

"I guess."

"Seriously Chris, I just think that you are overworked, not that you work."

"I work," Christine defended.

"Dude, you turned down a part in that company. Do you have any idea how much they were going to pay you? Why didn't you take it?"

"You have just been waiting to ask that, haven't you?"

"Yes!" Her manager cried.

"The financial backer freaked me out. He was the one who killed Richard!"

"Who in the hell is Richard, and why would Mr. Foster kill him?"

"My fiancée!"

"Chris," Meg started as if speaking to a stupid child, "you don't have a fiancée. You haven't dated in like five years."

"Never mind."

A moment passed.

"Chris."

"Yeah?"

"You're an idiot for turning down that position."

"I know."

Not my best, but I wanted to take a break from being a watch dog on anachronisms. 1989 Meg and Christine gave me a nice respite. Besides, I relish using dude 'legally' in fanfic.

For the extremely confused, this is 1989 Robert Englund Phantom of the Opera verse.

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